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Turn the headphones up, ey Had me do the hooligan boys. Bitch we got the city on lock, I got this shit sewed up I'm like summer time in July, I'm 'bout to heat it on up I swear I stopped hearin' these niggas trying to shittin' on us I don't respond, I'm like Ciara to that shit, so what?! I was born a man and my son gon' know his father a legend, I do not fuck with these niggas, keep 'em out of my presence All of these niggas perpetrator like they not really livin' Boy, you are just the entertainer you remind us of Cedric I'm with them knucklehead niggas and they don't like to listen Them boys gon' heat it up quick, tell them go like ignition Gon' heat it up, them boys gon' heat it up Let me talk my shit, I'm on my own dick, no condom but it's a lifestyle Ball hard, you a light foul, doin' this since lights out Amnesia to my old bitches, ooh like I don't know niggas Papers please, no swishers, far as legal fees I need four digits Always got a judge comin' for a nigga cause I'm livin' like a hooligan In my hood so gentrified, niggas keep the white movin' in Like yikes, put 'em on ice 17-5 for a walk through, bitch I might double my price Shout out to Young Chop and all them niggas from around my way I swear we do not give no fuck about the shit y'all say SongtexteI'm still rapping a fucking ave like my downtown days I'm been coming for niggas heads, it's a new found phase Behind closed doors niggas do not war with the kid But shit I'm like government aid, come get that shit how you live Truly, don't do me, I overdo me, no Nudies These Acnes on me, hurt my hip it's fucking tight as a toolie How they accuse me plagiarizin' shit that no one has heard? I guess that's just excuse for you to put my name in y'all words! I can't relate to y'all, y'all soundin' like a whole lot of talk I fuck around and run up on you on a new IO Hawk, uh They bark loud that RARA, we do beef like Five Guys TIDAL gang, I'm HIFI, shout to Emory and Tata I'm ROC Nation like woah Nelly, Chi money and my woe Lenny Molly wop, nigga no Fetty, that ain't Soldier Boy with the gold tell me Flow deadly, yea so deadly, heat it up, I'm 'bout to heat it up Flexin' on her from the balcony, we what's up, my nigga, we what's up Know these niggas got it out for me, shit I would too if I was you See the game, get what we do, nigga free Trae not Trae tha Truth Ain't you heard I'm jackin' beats? 2015 Ice Cube! Bonjour to the fuck niggas on Complex tryina hike views Show out to Newark, fuck with your boy Fuck 12 like triple four In a Bimmer, used to whip a Ford Jig is up, I'm 'bout to set the score Heat it up, I'm 'bout to heat it up Hah! Got him Heat it up I got to heat it up Flow deadly, yea so deadly Flow deadly, yea so deadly Heat it up, I'm 'bout to heat it up Hot! Aus Songtexte Mania